Date: Fri, 08 Jun 2007 12:36:51 -0800
From: LizardGuy .
Subject: "When You Were Ten, Part 1"
"When You Were Ten, Part 1"
by Lizardguy
e-mail and msn: lizardguy20@hotmail.com
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Warning: This story describes sexual interactions between a 10 year old boy
and a 15 year old boy. Don't read this story if it's illegal for you to do
so, or if you find such material offensive.
Also, this is only a fantasy. 15 year old boys should never have sexual
contact with 10 year old boys in real life.
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Prologue
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Would you like to be a 10 year old boy again? Too young to have any pubic
hair. Too young for cum to shoot out of your wiener. But not too young to
get boners. And not too young to have a strong curiosity about sex and the
body parts that people always keep hidden from each other.
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The Shower
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You're a 10 year old boy named Ryan. In the fall when school starts, you'll
be in 5th grade. But who cares about school now? It's June -- the start of
summer vacation!
You're in the living room sitting on the couch watching cartoons on TV.
You're barefoot and wearing shorts and a t-shirt. Your mom walks in the
room.
"Ryan, it's getting late. Go take your shower."
"I'll take one later. I wanna finish watching this."
"You were watching TV all afternoon. Get in the bathroom... now."
Your mom turns the TV off.
"Hey! I was watching that."
You love your mom, but she always makes you do stuff you don't like doing.
Homework. Your chores. Brushing your teeth. Taking showers.
"Get your butt in the bathroom, Ryan... NOW. I don't want to tell you
again."
You walk down the hall, enter the bathroom, and close the door behind you.
Time to get naked. You take off your t-shirt and drop it on the floor. As
you pull your shorts and underwear down together, your wiener and balls
spring free from the tight confines of their cotton prison. You're
completely naked.
You step in the shower, close the shower curtain, and turn on the faucet.
As you crouch down to feel the temperature of the water, your butt cheeks
spread part. Once the water is hot enough, you stand up and turn on the
shower. It feels good having warm water spraying all over your naked body.
You notice that when the water flows off the tip of your wiener, it makes it
look like you're peeing even though you're really not.
You squirt some shampoo on your hand and rub it all over your hair. Putting
your head under the spray of water causes the shampoo bubbles to flow down
your 4 foot 7 inch, 70 pound body and into the bathtub.
You grab your washrag, close your eyes, and wash your face. Then you soap
up the washrag and start washing your upper body. Before stepping in the
shower, you smelled like a boy who just spent several hours playing outside
on a hot summer day. The soapy washrag is washing all of that sweaty boy
smell away. You wash your neck, arms, armpits, and back. Then you rub the
washrag over your chest, nipples, and down to your belly button. When you
reach the top of your wiener, you stop and put more soap on the rag.
You look down at your wiener. You always thought your wiener looked like a
worm wearing a hat. The tube part is the worm and the top part where your
pee comes out is the hat. It's a fat, little, 1.5 inch long worm poking out
a few inches below your belly button. Below that is your ballsac. You know
there are two balls inside there because sometimes you feel them. They feel
like two little marbles. Sometimes the sac is tight and puffy and holds the
marbles close to your body. But standing in the hot shower is making your
pouch sag. Sometimes you see your dad naked in the bathroom. His wiener is
a lot bigger than yours, and he has lots of hair above his wiener and on his
ballsac. But you're totally bald down there.
You rub the soapy rag all over your balls and wiener. This makes it grow a
little bit. Sometimes your wiener gets long and hard. You know that's
called a "boner". But right now your worm is just a little interested in
what's going on, so it only grows a little bit.
You reach back and start washing your two plump butt cheeks. And then you
work the wash rag inside your butt crack and slide it up and down over your
butthole. You know it's important to wash good back there. Butts stink!
And finally, you wash your legs and feet. Now, there's a soapy film all
over your clean, 10 year old body. You rotate around in the shower so the
water washes all the soap off. You finish your shower by turning your back
to the shower head, putting your hand inside your butt crack, and rubbing
your hand up and down the crack to make sure all of the soap is out of your
butt.
You turn off the water, and open the shower curtain. Lots of water is
dripping off your body. You grab your towel off the towel rack and start
drying yourself. After most of the water is off of you, you put the towel
back on the rack.
You need to get dressed, but you suddenly realize that you forgot to bring
fresh clothes into the bathroom before your shower. You look down at the
underwear you just took off. I guess it would be OK to wear the same undies
two days in a row -- they can't be too dirty after only one day. So, you
pick up your Fruit of the Loom tighty whities, put your legs through the leg
holes, and pull them up. Then you throw your other dirty clothes in the
hamper.
A lot of times on warm Summer evenings you hang around the house wearing
only your underwear and tonight is pretty warm. So, you walk out to the
living room in your white Fruit of the Loom's.
"Mom, I'm done with my shower."
"Good. That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No. I guess not."
She walks over to you, straightens up the hair that you forgot to comb, and
gives you a kiss on the cheek.
"When will dad be home?"
"Soon."
Your dad arrives about 15 minutes later....
At around 9:45 PM that night you fall asleep on the couch while watching TV.
And at around 10:00 PM your dad lifts you up off the couch, carries you to
your bedroom, and lays you on your bed. The jostling temporarily wakes you
up, but you're still very sleepy.
"Goodnight, dad."
"Goodnight, Buddy."
You quickly fall back to sleep and dream 10 year old boy dreams.
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A Typical Summer Morning
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The next morning you wake up to birds chirping. The sun is shining through
the window on your half-naked body. You realize that your wiener is hard.
Sometimes you wake up with a morning boner and this is one of those
mornings. You touch the bulge in your undies and wonder why it gets hard
some mornings. You lift the waistband of your undies up and look inside.
Your 3 inch long boner is hard and pointing right at you. You let go of the
waistband and get out of bed.
You have to pee. On the way to the bathroom your morning stiffy starts to
go down. You enter the bathroom, walk to the toilet, and lift up the toilet
seat. Your mom always yells at you when you forget to lift the seat and pee
on it. You pull the front of your undies down below your balls, grab your
wiener, and aim it at the toilet bowl. Soon a golden stream of pee flows
out of your wiener and splashes into the water in the toilet. After you're
done peeing, you pull your undies back up and flush.
You're feeling hungry. You walk into the dining room and see your mom
sitting at the table reading the newspaper.
"Mom, I'm hungry."
"What do you want for breakfast, Sweetie?"
"Waffles."
A few minutes later you have waffles with maple syrup and a glass of milk in
front of you.
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Your First Meeting With Derek
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Later that morning you put on shorts, a t-shirt, socks, and shoes and go
outside to play at the park. On your way there you encounter an older kid
playing basketball alone in front of his house. He's wearing red, baggy
basketball shorts and a t-shirt with the Chicago Bulls logo on the front.
He's 5'7" tall, weighs 135 lbs, and has brown hair and green eyes.
You saw him before, but he just moved into the neighborhood a few weeks ago,
so you don't really know him. A lot of the older kids are mean to you and
your friends, but he seems sort of friendly. He sees you and walks over to
greet you.
"Hey, kid, what are you doing?"
"Nothing. I'm just going to the park."
"What's your name?"
"Ryan."
"I'm Derek. How old are you? Nine?"
"No. I'm 10."
"I'm 15. Do you wanna hang out for a while?"
"I don't know. What would we do?"
"We could shoot some hoops. Or go inside and play with my Xbox."
"Let's play video games."
"OK. I have some pretty cool games."
You follow Derek into his house.
"Is your mom or dad home?"
"No. My dad's at work and my mom's taking care of some old lady."
Derek leads you to his bedroom. That's where his TV and Xbox is set up. He
shows you his games.
"Which one do you wanna play?"
You look through Derek's games. One of them is a cool-looking car racing
game. You point to it.
"Is this one good?"
"Project Gotham Racing 3? Yeah. It's awesome."
Derek starts up the game and hands you the controller.
"I'll show you how to play."
You both get up on Derek's bed. Derek sits right behind you, so his crotch
is pressing right up against your butt. He reaches his arms around you and
shows you what buttons on the controller to press. It doesn't take long for
you to learn the basics of the game. Soon you're driving on your own down
the streets of London, England in a fast racecar. You're so focused on the
game that you only partially realize that Derek's right hand is resting on
your upper thigh. His index finger is up the leg of your shorts touching
where the leg band of your underwear is resting against the tender skin of
your thigh.
"You're pretty good at this game. Maybe you'll be a racecar driver when you
grow up."
Soon after Derek's compliment, you crash the car. Derek knocks you over on
the bed and makes a car crash sound.
"CRASH! It's good we were wearing our seatbelts."
"Yeah. We would have been splattered all over the road."
"What do you wanna be if you can't be a racecar driver?"
"Maybe a professional wrestler."
"Like John Cena from WWE?"
"Yeah."
"Let's wrestle. I wanna see how good you are."
You and Derek start wrestling on the bed. You can tell he's not trying his
hardest, but it's still a lot of fun. As you wrestle, your 10 year old body
and Derek's 15 year old body touch each other in lots of different places.
Sometimes you're on top of Derek. Sometimes he's on top of you. Several
times Derek puts you in wrestling holds where he's touching your butt and
crotch area. In the end Derek ends up sitting on your chest with both of
your shoulders pinned down. His crotch is right in front of your face. You
try to push him off, but he's a lot bigger and stronger than you. Derek
starts counting....
"One... Two... Th..."
Derek lets you up before he finishes the word "three". You push Derek on
his back and sit on his chest just like he was sitting on yours. Your
crotch is inches away from his face. You start counting....
"One... Two... Three!!!"
He let you win.
"You're pretty strong for a little kid."
"Maybe. But you weren't trying your hardest."
"Yeah, but you're still pretty strong."
"Can we play the racing game again?"
"Maybe later. First, I have a surprise for you."
"A surprise?"
"Yeah. Stand up and close your eyes."
You stand up in the middle of the room and close your eyes. What's the
surprise going to be!?!
"Are you ready for your surprise?"
"Yeah."
Suddenly, you feel your shorts and underwear being pulled down. Your wiener
and butt are fully exposed to the cool, fresh air outside your undies. You
immediately open your eyes and see Derek looking right at your wiener. You
instinctively cover it up with your hands.
"Hey! Why'd you do that?"
"I wanted to play a joke on you."
You pull your pants back up. You're not used to being seen naked by other
people. The only people who typically see you naked are your mom, your dad,
and your doctor.
"You were looking at my wiener."
"So what? I see them all the time in the locker room at school."
"You do?"
"Yeah.... I have an idea."
"What?"
"You can pull my pants down. Then we'll be even."
You want to know what Derek's wiener looks like. Will it be small and bald
like yours? Or will it be big and hairy like your dad's?
"OK. Close your eyes and I'll give you a big surprise."
You grab the sides of Derek's red shorts and pull them down. Derek still
has on his underwear. The first thing you notice is that his boxers are
blue and have a picture of Homer Simpson on them saying, "D'Oh".
"Hey, you're wearing Simpsons underwear."
"Yeah. D'Oh."
The second thing you notice is that there's a large bulge in Derek's boxers.
He has a boner, just like you had when you woke up. Now you REALLY want
to see Derek's wiener.
"Close your eyes. I'm gonna pull your underwear down now."
You grab the sides of Derek's Homer Simpson boxers and pull them down. For
the first time in your life you see a fully erect teenager cock.
"Whoa! Your wiener's huge!"
You take a close look at Derek's wiener. In its present inflated state it's
about 5.5 inches long. It's very hard and pointing almost straight up in
the air. You can see purple veins underneath the skin of Derek's shaft. It
looks like there's a big, slightly purplish mushroom sitting on top.
There's a patch of brown hairs above Derek's wiener. There are a few hairs
growing on the pouch below his wiener, too. The balls inside his pouch look
like they're a lot bigger than the two small marbles that dangle between
your legs.
"Do you like my wiener?"
"It's big."
"I dare you to touch it."
You reach out and tap Derek's boner with your index finger. It sways back
and forth a few times before coming to rest.
Derek looks at the clock on the table beside his bed. It's almost noon.
"Shit. My mom's gonna be home soon."
Derek puts his boxers and shorts back on. He still has a big boner, but now
you can't see it anymore.
"You're an awesome little dude, Ryan. If you come back tomorrow morning at
around 10:00, I'll show you something really cool."
"What are you gonna show me?"
"I can't tell you now. You'll have to come back tomorrow to see it. But
don't come until my mom's car is gone from the driveway. She usually leaves
a little before 10:00. OK?"
"OK."
You leave Derek's house. You'd be shocked if you knew what Derek did alone
in his bedroom after you left.
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Lunchtime
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You're feeling a little hungry, so you walk home. Your mom's in the living
room watching a soap opera.
"Hi, Sweetie. What were you doing all morning?"
Playing a racecar game and looking at Derek's huge wiener!
"Nothing. I was just out playing."
"Are you hungry for lunch?"
"Yeah."
"What do you want?"
"A peanut butter and jelly."
A few minutes later you're eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with
potato chips, and drinking a glass of milk.
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A Message to the Reader
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Do you have a boner?
If you do, then send me an e-mail: lizardguy20@hotmail.com
That's the only way for me to know if anyone likes my stories.
If you want to chat on msn, my user name is: lizardguy20@hotmail.com
I currently have three chapters of "When You Were Ten" written. I'll post
Chapter 2 next week.
If you want to read some of my other stories, look for LizardGuy in the
Prolific Authors section of Nifty.
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